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Chapter 9

Word Count: 1077    |    Released on: 05/11/2026

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the booth, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and dragged me kicking and screamin

bin reeked of stale cigars and his musky sweat as he strad

scream," Gideon laughed, grabbing an open bo

neck between my teeth, pouring more than hal

violently, coughing up red droplets as the potent werewolf alcoh

the shoulder strap of my lace dress and pressing hard against my coll

bloodline-an ancient survival instinct, cool and white as moonlight, that no textbook had ever taught

d every ounce of strength and drove the silver blade stra

ss

d filled the car, followed by the stench of burning meat as lethal silver

g his ruined leg. Fueled by adrenaline, I snatched the heavy half-empty bo

my weight against the door handle, tumbled out onto the w

alleys. The Blood-Rum burned in my veins, making the streetlamps blur into spinning

mal instinct to reach shelter, I stumbled through the storm for over an

d with black wolf blood, reeking of strong liquor-I staggered up

against a marble pillar, gasping for air as rain and

a glass of bourbon. At the sound of the crash, he turned-and his dark gray p

lace dress, the black blood of a male wolf dried across my thighs, and the h

of Supreme Alpha fury. "Where the hell have you been? How many men

Staring into his cruel, hypocritical face through bloodshot eyes, I wrenched

ngton?" I slurred, jabbing a bloody finger against his ches

g my shoulders against the marble pillar and baring his tee

l poisoning, exhaustion, and blood loss finally brought me to my kne

rp edge of the marble staircase. Blinding pain shot through my

o yank me up by the collar, froze dead

-he went rigid, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks, as if some memory from the

r a heartbeat, his knuckles whitening, something

imp head in his trembling hands, staring down at my blood-st

my neck, inhaling desperately in search

n's burnt blood masked every natural trace of my skin, dri

le Supreme Alpha scooped my burning

ken curses about his cruelty as I dry-heaved, making his iron

ble doors of the second-floor master bedroom-the sacred inner s

door shut, and turned the deadbolt from the inside, his golden wolf e

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